Dawn Heels

“we’ll marry . . . one sweet day,” she whispered. “Lord willing.” “You have a beau?” Amelia asked. Joanna blushed and nodded, suddenly seeming shy. “No one knows about him, though.” “A secret love?” “Jah . . . he’s just wonderful-gut.” “Well, if he can make you smile like that, I’m sure he is,” Amelia replied, hoping Joanna would say more . . . and wondering when she didn’t. Joanna looked at her. “You’re interested in us—the People—ain’t?” “How do you mean?” “Just seems to me you’re tenderhearted toward our ways.” Joanna smiled. “I have”
― Beverly Lewis, The Fiddler